What does the Lord require of you--but to do justice,and to love kindnessand to walk humbly with your God?(Micah 6:8)

19 July 2008

today is the 19th

i'll leave slovenia in six days. i feel a little disconnected, half like a plastic version of me walking through the days. i wish i wasn't like this, but i sort of feel like i'm watching myself say goodbye. it all feels a little surreal. how do you say goodbye? how do you leave a home? will i be back? what can i dream of?i've been writing. i've been eating ice cream at the park. i've been listening to music. i've been drinking coffee with dear friends. a lot. i've been looking at photographs and making presents. i've been wishing i could cry. i've been buying plane tickets. i've been taking old clothes to the red cross and buying wine glasses to replace the ones broken. i've been staying awake at night. i've been wishing the days were longer and the time was shorter. this is getting harder all the time.

Just a few days left now...at least I can write you while you're still on this side of the ocean! I will miss you...miss knowing you're down there in Ljubljana, miss your stories of the girls there, miss you at conference, miss you in Claire's life.

But! There will be new stories and new ways God will lead you. I look forward to hearing about those! You'll keep writing on your blog, right??!!

here we are!

currently...

playing with a little girl

making good food

celebrating Advent

growing in faithfulness

almost six years!

working hard, resting hard

Christmas break

in the end

I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage…that in the world’s finale at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify what has happened. (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)